My father dragged me to another tedious strategy meeting about grain shipments. All I could think about was how much I'd rather be on my knees in the barracks, choking on the thick cock of the centurion who trains the new recruits. I can still feel the phantom stretch in my ass from last time he fucked me until I couldn't walk straight. It's a far more effective use of a prince's time, don't you think? At least my mouth is good for something besides spouting political bullshit.